Beauty and a Beast | Sandor 'The Hound' Clegane

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Princess Lorinna woke with a throbbing head. The King's visit had found her making all sorts of mistakes, such as drinking all that wine. She didn't remember a word of what she said after complaining to Jon, only the touch of his hand sitting just below her left cheek and the feeling between her legs growing warmer and more urgent as he spoke to her. What he said or was responding to, Lori did not know, but the girl remembered closing her eyes ever so slightly and tricking him. She'd laid down in her bed, courtesy of his throw, squinting at him as he watched her bring her hands to her chest. The knights eyes followed them as she slowly unlaced the bodice of her red gown. The princess had to hold back giggles to keep her front. As he kept watching heat rose from between her legs to her face. She was near naked by this point and becoming rather tired. 

The dire wolves belonging to the Stark children howled through the night and into the morning. Lorinna was invited to spend the next morning with her mother and siblings, but refused, knowing their attention was easy to find and her father's not so much. Dressed in navy riding silks with slits for her legs and hair pulled back into a long shiny braid like the one Queen Rhaenyra was said to have worn during the dance of dragons, the princess ordered Hullen to have the stable boys ready her speckled mare. The men took a ling time to ready themselves and she was waiting so long she thought she might fall asleep. The air felt colder than ever as her long cloak failed to keep her warm. The sun shone down but it's rays were rudely interrupted by the mass of grey clouds brewing in the sky above her. Rumbling of horse hooves awoke her from her brief nap as they rode through the portcullis. She saw her father looking as fat as ever with his wine skin in hand and horse looking as though it might crumble beneath his weight. Ned Stark rode beside him, along with Joffrey and Robb? His presence made Lori regret her decision, but she'd already stood up her Lannister family, she must at least go ahead with her excuse. The placement of a small hand on her shoulder was enough to snap the princess out of her rage, "Princess, are you joining us?" Her dwarf uncle furrowed his brows as he examined her attire. She nodded and to her surprise he did not deny her, only frowned with eyebrows raised questioningly before nodding himself and rising with her. He was kinder than she'd remembered. As their horses trotted along with some spirit in their step the pair caught up and she told him of the troubles with Robb and Theon, and he worries about her father. It wasn't until they heard whispers and scoffing behind them that their conversation came to an abrupt stop. 

Ugly Ser Meryn Trant had a rust-coloured beard and an unpleasant face. His droopy eyes glistened as he watched the girl ride in front of him. There was something about him which kept Lori on edge. Since the royal herd had come to Winterfell she felt unable to stay out of his eye-line. He was chuckling at one of Ser Boros' remarks which the Imp assumed was focused on the one thing they could not pull their eyes from, his niece's backside. "They are terrible men, my child, if you ever find yourself alone with either, call for someone," he warned quietly before they returned their eyes to the path ahead. He dared not try to talk with her as he studied her repulsed, fearful expression. The knights who trailed them continued to jest about the girl, each time she looked bak she would catch them covering their left eye, twirling imaginary hairs or sticking their chest out and batting their eyes. Tears brimmed her eyes as she pulled her long braid to cover her chest. 

Bran Stark watched the group ride out from his second home atop the roofs of Winterfell. He eyed the Hound whose helm visor was lowered to cover his facial burns. The large man moved along slowly behind the prince and kept looking back to the only girl in the pack. From as far as he was, Bran noticed she had her head hung as they continued out of his view. Clegane admired the girl as she held back her emotions with a steady stare. The loose strands of hair which framed her delicate face were perfect ringlets. He saw the matured body she had but not as the sworn knight of the Kingsguard had. He remembered parts of the words she rambled on the previous evening but his own drunkenness at the event had left his memory a slight bit impaired. He could never forget what it felt like to carry her, to feel her muscled legs through the fabric of that red dress and the way her ass bounced with each stair he climbed. He tried to forget the image of her lying in her bed undressed because he should have left after he got her to her chambers safely, but he couldn't bring himself to. He was taken with her in a way which perplexed him. The princess was not at all what he thought, sure she was bratty, just as all noble children are, but she was not a monstrous thing like her twin. She was more similar to the younger two who were kind and sweet to most, but she challenged each and everything which was expected of her. "Watch where you're going dog!" the young cunt of a prince barked at him when his horse almost ran into the golden haired boy's. Clegane's lustful eyes were met by the princess', who looked up at the commotion. The eye contact lingered for a moment which felt long due to her bashful smile before the man turned to face and apologise to his Lord.